Not as common as it used to be. Humans kill what they do not understand, and I'm afraid the Deryni have not given much reason to be trusted over the centuries. It's everyone's fault, I'm afraid. Gwynedd was conquered by Deryni, who murdered most of my family and imposed despotic rule for four generations. When my ancestor was restored to the throne, a backlash of anti-Deryni and anti magic was almost inevitable. 2/3's of the Deryni population was killed I believed. So, no, not as much as before.
[And so, Kelson walked a tightrope, trying to show that Deryni magic need not be feared, and doing his best to try and reverse the laws relegating those of Deryni heritage to death and second class citizenry, while showing that no one, human or Deryni was above the law. It was incredibly difficult, but it could be so much worse he knew.]
Those with magic are not gods. They can easily pretend to be though.
[It had not escaped his notice that most of the miracles prescribed to the saints were easily reproduced by magic....which he knew was dangerously close to heresy.
As he listened to her story, to what happened, the conversation he had with Margaery came to mind. What had she called it? The Red Wedding? He felt his stomach start sinking like hot coals, and sickened, wondered how many other similarities he would find between their two worlds. No one should have to go through what he had. And yet, they had.]
The Red Wedding. [He hated that they had a name for it. What kind of people name something like that? Just call it a horrible tragedy and be done with it.] Margaery told me a little.
The more I hear the more similar I think our worlds are. The wedding was supposed to reunite our two lands once more. It was too easy a solution. Marry the pretty princess of a rival house. I didn't want to have to march into Meara like my father, grandfather and great grandfather had done.
[He supposed violence was all but guaranteed even before then, but Kelson had done everything he could to avoid that solution. Other men would have summoned their army the moment their Bishops waxen head was paraded into Christmas Court. Or at the very least killed the hostages. Not marry one of them.]
Llewell thought he was doing an honorable thing, for the honor of his family, saving his sister from the hands of someone he'd been told was a monster. And it was pride. It's always pride, and the inability to give up old grudges and hopes, to see an old and proud line stand strong enough. Pride gets in the way and they don't see the treason and cowardly, dishonorable actions lurking behind it. It sounds as if the reasons behind your own tragedy were similar. A veil of upholding honor wronged underneath something worse.
[In a small movement, Kelson offers her a hand, disengaging himself from Sidana's ring.]
I hope their murderers were brought to justice, my lady.
[That was all he had, that was all that mattered. Breaking an oath was one thing. Serious in it's own right, but murder during a wedding celebration was unjustified. Kelson only hoped the men responsible were dealt with in the dishonorable manner they deserved.]
Please understand, this was not your fault.
[It felt hypocritical to even say those words out loud, but it was different for him. Sidana's death had been his fault. She had been under his protection and he failed her. It was as much his fault as if he had held the dagger himself. But Jeyne was a lady, she could not have prevented this even if she had known. Those deaths were the fault of those who set it in motion, and those who had stayed silent. He was still looking at you, Margaery.]
In my experience, such events were bound to happen, one way or another. Tensions flair and politics are a dangerous game.
[He was adding the Frey's to his list of people he wanted to 'talk' to if they ever came to Hadriel.]
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[And so, Kelson walked a tightrope, trying to show that Deryni magic need not be feared, and doing his best to try and reverse the laws relegating those of Deryni heritage to death and second class citizenry, while showing that no one, human or Deryni was above the law. It was incredibly difficult, but it could be so much worse he knew.]
Those with magic are not gods. They can easily pretend to be though.
[It had not escaped his notice that most of the miracles prescribed to the saints were easily reproduced by magic....which he knew was dangerously close to heresy.
As he listened to her story, to what happened, the conversation he had with Margaery came to mind. What had she called it? The Red Wedding? He felt his stomach start sinking like hot coals, and sickened, wondered how many other similarities he would find between their two worlds. No one should have to go through what he had. And yet, they had.]
The Red Wedding. [He hated that they had a name for it. What kind of people name something like that? Just call it a horrible tragedy and be done with it.] Margaery told me a little.
The more I hear the more similar I think our worlds are. The wedding was supposed to reunite our two lands once more. It was too easy a solution. Marry the pretty princess of a rival house. I didn't want to have to march into Meara like my father, grandfather and great grandfather had done.
[He supposed violence was all but guaranteed even before then, but Kelson had done everything he could to avoid that solution. Other men would have summoned their army the moment their Bishops waxen head was paraded into Christmas Court. Or at the very least killed the hostages. Not marry one of them.]
Llewell thought he was doing an honorable thing, for the honor of his family, saving his sister from the hands of someone he'd been told was a monster. And it was pride. It's always pride, and the inability to give up old grudges and hopes, to see an old and proud line stand strong enough. Pride gets in the way and they don't see the treason and cowardly, dishonorable actions lurking behind it. It sounds as if the reasons behind your own tragedy were similar. A veil of upholding honor wronged underneath something worse.
[In a small movement, Kelson offers her a hand, disengaging himself from Sidana's ring.]
I hope their murderers were brought to justice, my lady.
[That was all he had, that was all that mattered. Breaking an oath was one thing. Serious in it's own right, but murder during a wedding celebration was unjustified. Kelson only hoped the men responsible were dealt with in the dishonorable manner they deserved.]
Please understand, this was not your fault.
[It felt hypocritical to even say those words out loud, but it was different for him. Sidana's death had been his fault. She had been under his protection and he failed her. It was as much his fault as if he had held the dagger himself. But Jeyne was a lady, she could not have prevented this even if she had known. Those deaths were the fault of those who set it in motion, and those who had stayed silent. He was still looking at you, Margaery.]
In my experience, such events were bound to happen, one way or another. Tensions flair and politics are a dangerous game.
[He was adding the Frey's to his list of people he wanted to 'talk' to if they ever came to Hadriel.]